Charlotte sprawled onto the ground like a frog. Scratched and cut, her palms and knees were burning in pain.
Behind her, the Aston Martin sped off and left her in the dust.
Charlotte shivered in the cold as she pitifully picked herself up. She then realized she was alone on an elevated bridge.
And her phone had run out of juice.
She was at the brink of collapsing into tears.
Why are all men so cruel!
The boss she met in the day was like that and so was the gigolo at night.
None of the cars that passed by her slowed down.
After being out in the cold for an hour, she managed to stop a taxi. Charlotte quickly stopped it by jumping in front with outstretched arms.
That night, Charlotte caught a cold and slept so soundly that even the alarm couldn’t wake her.
When morning arrived, Mrs
